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Readers Wives in Pornmags

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LE
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The thing with Jo Guest is that she had bags of personality. As most of us get older we really do go for personality over looks. I've never understood the whole Naomi Campbell thing as frankly her personality stinks. However if you say that you don't like her then you are racist. I much preferred Charmaine Sinclair (although she looks seriously rough on Studio 66) or the black lass who used to appear on the Kenny Everett Show.

We had a lass a school called Michelle Bxxxxxxx who was seriously nasty piece of work, but was quite pretty. I did at one point wonder if I was gay as everyone else raved about Michelle but I couldn't see the attraction. But then I knew her.

Michelle became a model. I saw her in my mam's Avon book. I also saw her in the Empire Stores catalogue and the story was that she was modelling nude in the West Indies. I think that she appeared in the Daily Star as "Michelle, 17, from Durham" in the days when it was legal to publish semi nude photos of 16 year olds.

I was out on the lash in Bishop Auckland one night when I saw her, surrounded by adoring hangers on. I may have said something along the lines of any idiot can be a model and she may have taken offence. I then said that even an ugly bugger like me could be a model.

I used to carry two items in my wallet as a teenager for walting/pulling women. My ROC "Civilian Identity Card" implied that I did secret squirrel stuff, or that I worked behind the bar in the NAAFI. The business card of a senior executive in the fashion industry lent credence to my claim to have been approached to be a male model. The latter was true. I was approached as a 17 year old to model sportswear and sports equipment. I turned down the £3k contract (a lot for a 17 year old in 1987) because although I was lean and sporty I had a spotty back (airbrush, anyone?) and although I have a perfect teeth I have a small mouth which makes my smile look like that of a serial killer. I'm not very photogenic, but that only shows when I'm actually photographed.

I showed Michelle the business card and she went apeshit. I had been approached by a more prestigious agency than hers and had turned them down. She really couldn't understand this.
Nope, totally get that.

Used to work with a girl called Lucy who had done a bit of nude work. Stunning girl, beautiful to look at, but as soon as she opened her mouth... she wasn't nasty, there just wasn't anything there. Not dim, quite, but... just... nowt there. I couldn't fancy her, much less fantasise about her.

Same with Lorraine at my next company. Didn't so much walk as glided, had a smile that would stop a clock, totally shattered the illusion the moment she spoke - 'Lorayyyyyynnne...' in a sarf Lahndahn accent.

Which was a písser; she was lovely but I couldn't get past it.





This post has been sent to you from a point in the past when I could afford to be more choosy.*





*Actually, a point in life where I couldn't understand why I wasn't get laid.
 

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LE
There was a story in the Screws of the World a few years ago (maybe 1990s?) about a couple of THEM who got binned after making a movie.

They'd done it with some bird who, with her husband, was a committed swinger. He'd filmed it and it was getting regular viewings to much congratulation, infamy and jocularity in the mess - until a commissioned type saw it, had a sense of humour failure and had them both given their marching orders.

Cue pictures of some up-for-it strumpet in full webbing proclaiming proudly that she was well up for it, and some other pictures of some bloke with the black nasty treatment complaining he was now reduced to working on building sites.

True dit, part time THEM, Artistic types. Sometime around 1992/3.
 
. I always had a bit of a thing for Jo when seeing her in mags etc. I even remember seeing her on late night tele back in the day, but when I met her in Iraq (see earlier post that started the discussion about Jo) I really took a shine to her, her personality really made her even more attractive and I kinda felt sorry for her then, Razor Ruddock was being a complete cock and trying to win favour, there was some young model bint too who was getting all the attention and you could tell Jo was feeling her age and not so attractive, me and a couple of others who were approaching 40 at the time cottoned on to this, hence spending a memorable evening with her.
I'm really sorry to hear on here that she has been so ill and really wish her better health and all the best.
 
Anyone remember Jo Guest? She was a regular in the 80’s & 90’s in mags such as Fiesta and Razzle.
She turned up in Iraq in 2005 with Razor Ruddock. I spent a very pleasant evening with Miss Guest in the Toc H, where after much goading she finally got her tits oot. Much to my delight when she rested them on my back. To my utter annoyance the photo of this occurrence has long been delete from my phone. I know, I know, BS without the photo!

This Jo Guest:

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Edit: I'm a bit behind the curve it seems.
 
Absolutely spotted one in Birmingham.

Sometime in the 1990's ... I was going into the local swimming baths at lunchtime and coming out was one of those lovely wives. I recognised her immediately as she was 'my kind of girl'. A real double take from me and a slack jaw and she realised instantly I'd recognised her from the mag. She put her head down and rushed out :-( never to be seen again.

I went back most lunchtimes to swim hoping to see her and give it the "It's ok luv, don't worry, I thought you were wonderful and ... and ... would you like a fuck?" but it never happened.
 
Absolutely spotted one in Birmingham.

Sometime in the 1990's ... I was going into the local swimming baths at lunchtime and coming out was one of those lovely wives. I recognised her immediately as she was 'my kind of girl'. A real double take from me and a slack jaw and she realised instantly I'd recognised her from the mag. She put her head down and rushed out :-( never to be seen again.

I went back most lunchtimes to swim hoping to see her and give it the "It's ok luv, don't worry, I thought you were wonderful and ... and ... would you like a ****?" but it never happened.
Understandable really, I mean what was it, the slack jaw, gob-hanging expression, the knowing murderous look in your eyes, or maybe every time she turned up for a swim, took one step out of the changing room, there was her stalker, waiting, leering. About turn back in the changing room, dressed and off home. The 10 mile round trip to another swimming baths, worth it to avoid ending up face down in a ditch, found by a dog walker 3 weeks later!
 
Understandable really, I mean what was it, the slack jaw, gob-hanging expression, the knowing murderous look in your eyes, or maybe every time she turned up for a swim, took one step out of the changing room, there was her stalker, waiting, leering. About turn back in the changing room, dressed and off home. The 10 mile round trip to another swimming baths, worth it to avoid ending up face down in a ditch, found by a dog walker 3 weeks later!
Probably my gawking and drooling however your knowledge on the subject is quite impressive, one might even think you have some background insight.
 

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